You’re Not So Different from a Racist

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When I was in kindergarten, there was a single black boy in the class of twenty. He was the minority, the odd one out. His nose was always runny and he smelled kind of funny. “Do all black people smell funny?” Also, he seemed kind of stupid. I wasn’t mean to him, but I didn’t really like him.

Those, my friend, are the raw thoughts of five-year-old me.